His cock pressed hard and insistent against my stomach, his olive skin still warm from the shower. He was a man carved from marble and sin, a force of nature that I couldn't resist. I reached out, wrapping my hand around him, savoring the way he hissed at the contact.
"Fuck, Sienna," he groaned, his head falling back for a moment before he captured my lips again.
I spread my legs as he positioned himself between them, his body settling over mine with delicious weight.
His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of my wetness, my pussy glistening in the dim light.
"So fucking beautiful," he muttered, his voice rough with awe. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, his breath hot against my skin, before dipping his head lower.
His tongue was hot and insistent, lapping at my clit, teasing my entrance before plunging inside. I moaned, my hands tangling in his black hair as he ate me out with a hunger that bordered on desperation.
"Luca, please," I whimpered, my hips bucking against his mouth. "I need you inside me."
He groaned against my skin, pulling away reluctantly. His eyes were wild as he positioned himself at my entrance, his hands gripping my hips. "Ready?" he asked, his voice rough, commanding.
"Now," I demanded, pulling him down for a kiss.
He thrust into me in one smooth motion, filling me completely. I gasped at the sensation, my nails digging into his back as he began to move. Slow and deliberate at first, then harder, faster, his cock pounding into my pussy with a rhythm that had me teetering on the edge. The room was filled with the sound of our panting, our moans, the slick wetness of our bodies moving together.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "So tight, so wet. You’re mine, Sienna. Always mine."
"Yours," I panted, meeting his thrusts with my own. "Always yours."
He shifted his angle, hitting a spot deep inside me that had me crying out, my orgasm building like a storm. "Come for me," hecommanded, his voice a raw whisper. "Let me feel you fall apart around my cock."
I couldn’t hold back. My walls clenched around him as I shattered, my screams echoing through the room.
He followed me over the edge, his thrusts becoming frantic as he buried himself deep, his cum pulsing inside me in hot, relentless bursts.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, our hearts pounding in unison. Luca pressed a kiss to my forehead, his arms tightening around me.
"We’re real," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We’re still here."
I smiled, tracing the lines of his face in the darkness. "Together," I whispered, my hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
Afterwards, we lay tangled together, his hand resting protectively over my stomach.
"Tell me what happened tonight," I said quietly. "I need to know."
He told me—Giuseppe's capture, Ricci's death, choosing mercy for my uncle because losing him the same week as my father might break me. Francesco's redemption. The empire that survived because he'd been willing to risk it all.
I listened without judgment. This was our world. This was the man I'd chosen. And I chose him still.
"No regrets?" he asked.
I thought about it. The violence, the danger. But also the love, the protection, the loyalty.
"No regrets," I said. "As long as we face it together."
He pulled me closer. "Together."
Tomorrow would bring new challenges. Giuseppe's exile. My father's impending death. Power shifts.
But tonight, we had this. Love found in impossible circumstances. Hope for a future we'd both thought was impossible.
I fell asleep in Luca Romano's arms, wearing his mother's ring, carrying his child, finally at peace.
We'd survived the night.
